Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.
Angelica: Hehe. I think that was the worst cliffhanger ever! I just saw the opportunity! D: hope you don't mind! (: Yah, I like writing dramatic stuff, I love to get the emotion overloads for the readers! And all that about Logan's past is going to make up the next few stories, that and his lack of commitment!
Blix: Yeah, that's what I mean by emotion overload, when you just stare at the screen in utter shock and revulsion. Hehe. Now it's time to find out just what happens!!
Omala: So was I! Here it is! Next chapter!
Araceil: ..Uhoh.. D: The plot can't be ruined, it can be changed to a way you wish didn't happen, but it won't be ruined! So nyah! Hehe. And ..er.. don't kill me! Please? No more chapters if you do, haha!
Anyway, after all the trauma and unhappiness in that chapter, I wonder if you know who I based Graham Stryker on, personality and appearance wise? It's a film that both Hugh and Halle starred in, quite a few years back, but very good. (:
Chapter 35"5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.."
Logan's eyes had instinctively closed, held tight so his eyes may not witness the process or sudden effects of the blast. His arms were still underneath Roxanne supporting her body up off the floor and close to him, she was still unmoving and silent. But then, as the final number echoed from the speakers, a faint rumble in the distance began before all of a sudden the walls of the tunnel crumbled and fell down around the pair. Logan cried out, running poorly from the falling debris, cradling Roxanne's head beneath his own to protect her. Explosion roared in the distance, going off all over the building and shaking the very foundations. The sounds of destruction were deafening. The falling of ceilings and walls boomed out across the corridors. A bomb exploded closer than the others, and the entire tunnel filled with heaving smoke and heat gushed through. Fireballs licked corridors, destroying everything in it's path and bringing down the strong walls.
Logan could only try and jump clear of the falling walls, dodging the slabs of concrete as they plagued down upon them. The air had quickly become clogged with dust and smoke, the heat of distant flames clamming up the thick air. But there was more, the explosions were still crashing down the building in swarms of fire and cloud. Logan's eyes quickly re-closed after he sneaked a glance at the crumbling tunnel. The murky air irritated his eyes and stung at his lungs. The flow of thick smoke soon turned Logan's silence around as he coughed and heaved in the blackness. But his sounds were soon pathetically wiped out by a ferocious bellow of flames that flew up towards him, the walls gave in to the shuddering of the impact, tumbling and shattering, being wiped out of the foundations and breaking away. The gush of hot air and flames grabbed the pair of mutants, the force lifting them clean from the ground and hurtling them out of the now destroyed tunnel.
The tense silence on the jet was shattered as the hollering blasts roared to them from the distance. The jet was still flying, now clear of any possible damage and so the mutants within were safe. As the explosions sounded, every face held a rupturing wince before it either hardened in regret or washed with distressed tears. Storm's hands were shakily guiding the jet, as Scott had let go of the controls and instead buried his head in his hands, as if trying to block out the sounds.
Storm had always been a reserved woman; her emotions were rarely let out in front of everyone. But the sudden crashes of lightening around the jet displayed her thorough anger at the happenings, whilst tears rested precariously on her eyelids. Her glistening eyes turned slowly to Scott, and she uttered his name quietly, "Scott..?"
But Scott just shook his head slowly, keeping his hands over his face, the man thoroughly shocked and speechless.
A sigh issued from Storm at the lack of a response and she glance over her shoulder slowly to the others on the jet. No one looked back, all either had their eyes stonily on the floor, or they were hidden behind shaking hands.
"We must go back.." then declared Siren to the silence, her hands upon her forehead.
Scott finally spoke, shaking his head but lifting it to look at the woman, "We can't go back. We can't be seen around the area.. you know we can't."
"But.. Logan.. what if he's.." Aurora couldn't manage to finish her sentence, her head instead shaking and hands covering her eyes.
"The Professor will let us know.." answered Scott softly, turning from the others and looking firmly out of the window, "Let's get back to the mansion.."
The fallen walls meant that Logan and Roxanne were no longer trapped and the forces of each explosion guiding the flailing bodies clear of the building and out across the snow. Logan had kept his arms securely round Roxanne, even as their bodies heavily tumbled out across the thick snow, being hit heavily upon destroyed walls and burnt machinery. As he had been thrown clear of the building and across the snow, Logan had still kept his eyes shut, in fear of opening and taking note of damage to himself and Roxanne. He could feel severe pain, but he didn't want to visually witness it.
The cold air stung at Logan's lungs as he breathed in richly at the currently smokeless air, but the masses of thick cloud were stretching from the destroyed building and soon drifting out around the mountain edge. Finally, Logan felt his body stop moving, the back of his body becoming wet and cold with the snow beneath him. His eyes slowly opened, instantly resting upon the snow-covered head of Roxanne. With a frightened gasp, Logan forced himself to sit upright, regardless of the searing pain charging through his body. His burnt hands brushed the snow from her face, the wetness smearing away the powdery soot from her features.
Logan made a choked sob, arms grabbing her limp form and clutching her as close as possible, her head merely flopped backwards at his actions, closed eyelids unflinching. One of his hands cupped the back of her fallen head, lifting it back to a more righteous position. His eyes stared down at her face as his thumb brushed away the gathering snowflakes from her eyelashes that now began to fall around them slowly.
A sudden realisation hit Logan, and his head spun to where the jet had been stood. Rubble and smoking metal littered the entire area, but there was no jet. With a sharp inhale of fear, Logan rose to his knees, eyes falling upon the grooves in the thick snow from where the Blackbird had once stood. Instantly he glared skywards, eyes searching the heavens until he spotted a small black fleck in the cloudless distance. His lower jaw dropped in utter horror, his features halting in shock before he muttered slowly, "No.."
He couldn't believe it. They had left them behind. His breaths had speeded to a panicky level, "No.." he gasped again, eyes still upon the distant jet, "They've gone.." His eyes dropped back down upon Roxanne, who still lay unmoving in his embrace. His hand began to shake with a mix of fear and anger, his eyes narrowing as he snarled his words, "They've gone!!" he cried, head snapping back to the heavens. But after his emotion-drove outburst, his face softened.
What were they going to do? How would they get off the mountain?
Gasps came in condensed clouds, his body shaking from the surge of emotions and from the sheer coldness. Logan made a quiet sob as he pulled Roxanne back to his body in a desperate bid to keep both of them warm, but their skin had reached a deathly temperature, no warmth being transferred. As Logan buried his face into Roxanne's neck, he paused in his pitiful whines to suddenly listen to the whispering wind. Curiosity got the better of him, and his head lifted to allow his eyes to stare vertically at the snowy mountain face. His eyes widened to see clouds of powdery snow flushing from the mountainside before incredible lumps of snow begin to shudder. Logan's jaw dropped and his body instinctively began to shuffle away, but at a poor pace. The earlier force of the explosions had shuddered the very mountain.. and now, snow and ice had broken free.. They tumbled across the rocky side to hit hard packed snow and sent them earthwards in jagged shapes.
"Oh God, no.." moaned Logan, slipping and stumbling on the snow as he limped to his feet, grabbing Roxanne with him as he began to stagger aimlessly. There was nowhere to go! A sheer drop welcomed him in one direction, and an avalanche in the other! His runs weren't even powered - it was barely a walk. It was just a helpless circle of unbalanced stumbles. With a cry of pain Logan fell on his side, Roxanne helplessly tumbling out of his arms and across the snow. Logan's face consorted with pain, his body instinctively doubling over to the wounds and pain inflicted upon him. With ragged gasp he shuffled back across to Roxanne, lifting her unsteadily, trying to rise back onto his feet again.
But the pain belated his movements, and he stumbled some more, unaware of the bloodied snow surrounding his every turn. There was still nowhere to go, no matter how desperately his eyes searched. He could hear the falling mounds coming closing, he heard one hit the ground further on, the noise slamming into his eardrums. The flow of snow poured on behind the original lumps.
Logan turned his eyes skyward from one fleeting moment, and could only scream as a massive block of sheer ice crashed beside him, showering him in glistening shards and knocking him backwards. His body flailed unsteadily a moment, his arms tightened around Roxanne to prepare from the heavy landing to the snow, but his eyes widened in horror as his boots cuffed the rocky edge and his body fell not into snow, but into the sheer open air of the drop.
His horrified yell bellowed through the air as he plummeted downwards head first, his only company the silent body in his arms.
Well, at least no one's died yet! o:
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